Happy Potion

I meet the boy

With sad eyes

And a bottle in his hand

He tells me there's a happy potion inside

And it has become his best friend

He explains that it's a trend

If you drink it, 

You'll fit in

And that's the only way everyone's figured

How to bring their sadness

To an end 

He hands me the bottle

And I lift it to my lips

After one too many sips,

The world begins to spin

For a second,

I question if it is working 

Because as I look at all the gathered teens,

My heart starts hurting

For they all have hidden bruises

On their hearts

And in their minds

So they aimlessly 

Turn to glass potions

To shield their pain 

From time to time